CHAPTER ONE
I've been gone for a long time. I had a lot of things I needed to work out, things that I needed to get out of my head because they were slowly killing me.
Recently I had this uncontrollable urge to watch Danny Phantom. And I binge watched the hell out of that show. I finished the series in four days, while also going to classes, geocaching, doing homework, and being with the few people I still manage to call friends.
This show has kept me from going over the deep end, and I would love feedback from you guys on this story I plan to post. I haven't written for fictional characters recently, so please tell me if I can improve on something.
But a lot of people have told me that I am good at writing Danny Phantom. I want to see if that still holds true.
So thank you, DP community. For slowly beginning to pull me out of this funk I've been in.
GENERAL POV
Sam Manson and Tucker Foley sighed wearily and trudged up the steps to the Fenton household, Danny passed out between them.
They'd had a long day of ghost fighting after school got out for the long weekend, and all three teens were beat, but none more than Danny. He had just fought six different ghosts, one right after the other, in a matter of three hours. While Tucker and Sam had been right there to back him up, there was only so much that they could do without ghost powers.
Sam carefully kicked in the door to the house, sighing in relief when she saw that Jazz was the only one in the living room.
Said girl looked up from her psychology book and gasped in surprise upon seeing her younger brother unconscious in the arms of his friends. "What happened?"
Tucker rolled his eyes as he kicked the door shut. "What didn't happen? We caught like every ghost except Skulker. Danny's wiped out. We all are, really. But he's okay. Just tired."
Jazz nodded and cleared off the sofa. "Well, luckily for you guys, Mom and Dad went out on some ghost call earlier. I assume Danny got whatever ghost it was."
Sam and Tucker carefully lay Danny down on the couch, Tucker breathing heavily. Sam hadn't even broken a sweat, and Tucker glared at her.
"I hate that you're so much more athletic than I am," he muttered.
Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head, not bothering to protest that carrying Danny up the steps wasn't so much a sport as it was a chore. "You need us to stay?" she asked Jazz softly.
Jazz studied the two in front of her carefully, noting the weariness in their eyes, and she shook her head. "Nah. You guys head home. I can keep an eye on him. Thanks, you two."
The duo nodded and said goodnight to Jazz, starting for the front door.
They stepped outside and started trudging home, both of them too tired to even talk to the other. Both had their hands shoved in their pockets and their heads tilted to the ground as they walked.
From the sky, Skulker watched them angrily. Oh, they hadn't captured him, but they hadn't left him unscathed either.
Skulker glared at his brand new ecto-gun, which was now broken, and then squinted down at the two whelps who aided the ghost child during every fight.
Somehow, the one boy Tucker always managed to destroy his weapons. He still couldn't figure out how the boy had done it. He hadn't even been NEAR him. It irked Skulker to no end, and he wanted his revenge.
He was going to have to use his old gun, but it was better than nothing. It was finally time that the two who assisted in his almost daily defeat feel the wrath of Skulker, the ghost zones greatest hunter.
The ghost smiled evilly and vanished into thin air.
Sam yawned widely as she and Tucker turned the corner and the boy glanced at her with a half-smile, his own eyes weary. "Tired, Sam?"
"Oh shut up," she muttered, punching him lightly. "You are too."
Tucker nodded, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
Sam shrugged. "Well hey, we're almost home, so whatever. And we have a long weekend, remember? There's a teachers in-service on Monday."
Tucker snorted. "Yeah, right. A long weekend of hunting ghosts."
Sam cocked her head thoughtfully. "I wonder if Danny ever thought about just keeping the ghosts in the Fenton thermos until he had gotten enough rest."
Tucker rolled his eyes. "Come on, Sam. A lot of those ghosts are just annoying and don't deserve to be cooped up like that. Besides, Jazz has put him in there enough times that he doesn't think it's humane to do that."
Sam started to agree, but something large and green flew past them and hit a nearby tree. The two teens whipped around to see Skulker floating there, a glowing gun in his hand.
"Then again," Tucker muttered, "some of them do deserve it."
He and Sam dove to opposite sides of the sidewalk as Skulker let loose another blast from the gun, each of them tucking and rolling to avoid injury.
Sam, without a second thought, crouched down and launched herself into the air, tackling Skulker easily and trying to get the gun from his hand.
"Tucker! Do we have a thermos?" she yelped to the startled boy.
Tucker blinked and ripped off his backpack, rummaging through it quickly. They often times did have a thermos with them, but, to his disappointment, he saw that they didn't this time. His backpack was lacking in everything but snacks and electronics.
"No!" he yelled back, turning in time to see Sam rip the gun from Skulker's hand and send it flying to the ground.
The boy frowned and squinted his eyes shut, concentrating like mad.
His concentration was broken, however, when Sam screamed a very un-Sam like scream. Tucker's eyes flew open in time to see Skulker drop Sam from about forty feet up in the air.
Not thinking, the boy thrust his hand out, dropping his backpack to the concrete.
A nearby convertible roared to life and soared down the road, catching Sam just before she would have hit the ground.
With his last remaining strength, Tucker pulled his arm from behind his back and sucked Skulker up into the Fenton thermos he had held in his hand.
And then he passed out.
Sam leapt from the convertible and darted over to Tucker, kneeling next to her friend and turning him over in worry. "Tucker?"
She sighed in annoyance when he didn't respond, scooped up the thermos, and tossed it into his backpack, which she then promptly slid over her shoulder.
Sam glanced around nervously and easily hoisted Tucker onto her shoulder, starting down the street towards their houses.
She had just reached her home when Tucker stirred, and Sam quickly set him down on the front steps, kneeling next to him and keeping a hand on his shoulder so that he didn't fall.
Tucker looked up at Sam blearily, his eyes confused and crossed. "Sam? Where are we?"
"My house, stupid," the girl said fondly.
Tucker rubbed his eyes, pushing his glasses up and onto his forehead as he yawned. "What…? Oh yeah. Skulker."
He scowled at the thought of the ghost and shook his head. "Man, he never gives up. Why was he going after the two of us? Danny wasn't with us!"
Sam shrugged. "I mean, we do help Danny with ghost fighting an awful lot. Speaking of which…"
She looked at him sideways and raised an eyebrow. "What was that funky thing you did with the car? And you said we didn't have a thermos," she stated, holding up said thermos in her hand and waving it around with a raised eyebrow.
Tucker winced slightly. "Um…I missed it before. And the car? I uh…I programmed it with one of my PDA's."
Sam shook her head. "Tucker, I'm no electronic genius, but don't your devices have to be working for you to use them? They all kind of broke when you dropped your backpack."
She held up three broken PDA's in her hand and Tucker groaned. "Aw, man! I had so many payments left on those it wasn't even funny!"
Sam shrugged and tucked the shattered pieces into his backpack. "You can probably get some kind of insurance policy on them. Now explain," she demanded.
Tucker pursed his lips slightly, his eyes examining Sam carefully. "Okay, fine. But you can explain too."
Sam turned slightly pale. "A-about what?"
Tucker crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, come on Sam. I didn't magically float home. You had to have carried me. And based on what I eat on a daily basis, I am not the lightest person in Amity Park. And you tackled Skulker."
Sam looked at him in confusion. "So? You know I'm pretty strong for a girl."
Tucker smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Yes. But Sam, you tackled Skulker while he was nearly twenty feet in the air."
I don't know if I can still write. I don't know if this plot is intriguing. But I need to try, if only to prove to myself that me being on this site isn't meaningless.
Feedback is welcomed. It seriously is desired.
